Grew up in kaz'ulrah, he always liked war and fighting, was exited to fight and learn how to use weapons, for the fun of fighting and hearing the clash of steel, but also he admired to designs and craftmanship, the two handed axe being his favorite. Training with his brothers and often getting a bit drunk from time to time. He never actually got into the kaz'ulrah vanguard but he still went out and tried to go on quests or adventurers to fight. To earn some minas he chose to become a blacksmith taking in the other part of fighting.
Character Name: Harlith Frostbeard
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 90
Physical Description: Black hair, Blue eyes, some war paint around the left eye. white skin and a lushious beard.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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